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    On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
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Nobody gonna take my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break the speed of sound
BREAK
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
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Ooh, it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tires and everything
    Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you'll take me
Up in your arms, too late to beg you
Or cancel it, though I know it must be
The killing time
Unwillingly mine
    Fat cat in a top hat
Thinks he's an aristocrat
Thinks he can kill with laughter
Thinks he can shoot and slaughter
    He's been with the world
I'm tired of the soup du jour
He's been with the world
Wanna end this prophylactic tour
Afraid nobody around here
Understands my potato
((Think I'm only a spudboy
Looking for a real tomato))
    Oh, says Red Molly to James,
"That's a fine motorbike A girl could feel special on any such like",
Says James to Red Molly,
"My hat's off to you It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952",
"And I've seen you at the corners and cafés it seems
Red hair and black leather, my favourite color scheme",
And he pulled her on behind
And down to Box Hill they did ride
    If the sun refused to shine I would still be loving you
Mountains crumble to the sea It would still be you and me.
    He's been with the world
I'm tired of the soup du jour
He's been with the world
Wanna end this prophylactic tour
Afraid nobody around here
Understands my potato
Think I'm only a spudboy
Looking for a real tomato
    He's been with the world
I'm tired of the soup du jour
He's been with the world
Wanna end this prophylactic tour
Afraid nobody around here
Understands my potato
((Think I'm only a spudboy
Looking for a real tomato))
    Hey lady you got the love I need maybe it's too much Maybe more than enough
Oh darling, darling, darling; walk a while with me
Oh, you've got so much, so much, so much
    If the sun refused to shine I would still be loving you
Mountains crumble to the sea It would still be you and me.
    Fat cat in a top hat
Thinks he's an aristocrat
Thinks he can kill with laughter
Thinks he can shoot and slaughter
    Dead cat, dead rat
Did you see what they were at?
Fat cat in a top hat
Thinks he's an aristocrat
Thinks he can kill with laughter
Thinks he can shoot and slaughter
    He's been with the world
I'm tired of the soup du jour
He's been with the world
Wanna end this prophylactic tour
Afraid nobody around here
Understands my potato
((Think I'm only a spudboy
Looking for a real tomato))
    And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small
    He's been with the world
I'm tired of the soup du jour
He's been with the world
Wanna end this prophylactic tour
Afraid nobody around here
Understands my potato
Think I'm only a spudboy
Looking for a real tomato
    So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough
    And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small
    Fat cat in a top hat
Thinks he's an aristocrat
Thinks he can kill with laughter
Thinks he can shoot and slaughter
    Oh, says Red Molly to James,
"That's a fine motorbike A girl could feel special on any such like",
Says James to Red Molly,
"My hat's off to you It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952",
"And I've seen you at the corners and cafés it seems
Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme",
And he pulled her on behind
And down to Box Hill they did ride
    Hey lady you got the love I need maybe it's too much 
Oh darling, darling, darling; walk a while with me
Oh, you've got so much, so much, so much
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